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Kings Of Convenience
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Kings Of Convenience Album


Quiet Is the New Loud (03/06/2001)
03/06/2001
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Manhattan Skyline (bonus track)
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Envoy (bonus track)
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Once Around The Block (bonus track)
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Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain,
I'll be on my knees to feed her,
spend a day to make her smile again
Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain
As the world is soft around her,
leaving me with nothing to disdain.

Even though I'm not her minder,
even though she doesn't want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe and sound.
Even though I'm not her minder,
even though she doesn't want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe from harm.

The sun sets on the war,
the day breaks and everything is new...



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In the sky the birds are pulling rain,
in your life a curse has got a name,
makes you lie awake all through the night
that's why.
She's intoxicated by herself,
everyday she's seen with someone else,
and every night she kisses someone new
never you.

You're waiting in the shadows for a chance
because you believe at heart, that if you can,
show to her what love is all about
she'll change.
She'll talk to you with no one else around,
but only if you're able to entertain her,
the moment conversation stops she's gone
again.



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Things seem so much better when
they're not part of your close surroundings.
Like words in a letter sent,
amplified by the distance.
Possibilities and sweeter dreams,
sights and sounds calling form far away,
calling from far away.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you singing softly to me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I didn't see the brave girl so near me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you sing softly to me.

I wanted a mystery that couldn't be solved,
I wanted a puzzle with pieces missing.
I wanted a story that couldn't be told,
only the fishing part of fishing.

I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you singing softly to me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I didn't see the brave girl so near me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you sing softly to me.

And now I find
it was you all the time.
I'm in love again
it's too late now...



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You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don't know what I can save you from."

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don't know what I can save you from.



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Using the Guardian as a shield,
to cover my thighs against the rain,
I do not mind about my hair.
Your jacket may be waterproof,
but I know the moment you get home
you're gonna get your trousers changed.
Failure is always the best way to learn,
retracing your steps untill you know,
have no fear your wounds will heal.
I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
lush as the wind upon a tree.
I wish I could travel overground
to where all you hear is water sounds,
to capture and keep inside of me.
Failure is always the best way to lean,
retracing your steps untill you know,
have no fear your wounds will heal.



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There are very many things
I would like to say to you,
but i've lost my way
and I've lost my words.
There are very many places
I would like to go
but I can't find the key
to open my door.
The weight of my words-
you can't feel it anymore.
The weight of my words-
you can't feel it anymore.
There are very many ways
I would like to break the spell
you've cast upon me.
Because all the time
I sacrificed myself
to make you want me,
has made you hant me.
The weight of my words
you can't feel it anymore...



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And I sat down and said
"I don't want to suffer."
But she told me
she had nothing to offer,
no more.

I sat down and said
"I don't want to suffer."
But she told me
she had nothing to offer,
no more.

Now that I know that
I did not know you then...



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Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.
I'm on the floor,
not listening anymore.
I should have known,
the things to which you're prone.
(You cross your arms,
and tell no lies,
a thousand thoughts run
through my mind,
a thousand words that I don't need,
I never thought you could do this.)

Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall,
I lean against the wall.


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Little kids playing in the park downtown.
Someone's dad is watching
from the side of the playground.
I'm following my shadow so I cross the street.
Car passing stereo I like the beat.
Open up the door,
turning on the fan.
Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand,
and then start waiting for her steps
to be heard in the staircase,
enter the room and let down her bag.
Asking me all kinds of trivial questions,
pretending an everyday life we don't have.

Little kids playing in the park downtown.
Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down.
Little kids playing in the park downtown.
Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down.
And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow,
hours later I will follow,
wake up to a life that's hollow without love



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From my seat I see the fields move by,
coulours strong- it's been a long, long time.
It's the first time I see summer on the Westhill.
I lean back and let my eyes just go
floating now where they want to float.
They seem to take to the horizon.
Now I know there is a world beyond
the small place I was coming from.
I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere.
I will never know the names
of these places that I travel through
to reach the coastline-
I've been told I will be there in time.

Please oceancloud,
let there be no storm on the crossing below



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I didn't know you were there
until you said "hello."
You had been watching me
for I don't know how long.
I hit my head against the lamp,
as by surprise I stood up.
"Don't be afraid," you said,
"it's only me- The door wasn't locked."

The voice I'd heard in the hall
was hard to recognise.
But now we know he's onboard,
wearing our disguise.
If only you and I could trust
each other through this,
then together we could
work out who the enemy is.



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What's the immaterial substance
that envelopes two,
that one percieves as hunger
and the other as food.
I wake in tangeled covers,
to a sash of snow,
you dream in a cartoon garden,
I could never know.
Innocent imitation, you are cast in gold,
your image a compensation for me to hold.

Parallel lines, move so fast,
toward the same point,
infinity is as near as it is far.



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We sit and watch umbrellas fly
I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry
I hear myself say
My boat's leaving now
So we shake hands and cry
Now I must wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye

You know I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again
I don't want to cry again

We leave to their goodbyes
I've come to depend on the look in their eyes
My blood's sweet for pain
The wind and the rain brings back words of a song
And they sing wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye

You know I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again
I don't want to cry again

So I read to myself
A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons
On the front page a black and white picture of
Manhattan Skyline

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If it comes back to me, I'll let you know
or why don't you call back to see tomorrow
I hope I can be the hand that you need

it sounded like a really good solution at the time

I've been giving a lots of thoughts, I was so pleased
you were so sad last time we spoke it seemed
when I stop thinking about it, it will come back to me


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You quiver like a candle on fire,
I'm putting you out,
Maybe tonight we could be the last shout,
'Cause I'm fascinated by your style,
Your beauty will last for a while.
You're feeling instead of being.
The more that I live on the inside,
Nothing to give.
I'm infatuated by your moves,
I've got to search hard for your clues.
Trying to outrun your fears,
You're running to lose,
Heart on your sleeve,
Your sole in your shoes.
Take a left,
A sharp left,
And another left.
Meet me on the corner,
We'll start again.

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